WITH a pipe of Virginia, how happy am I,
And good liquor to moisten my clay, standing by,
I puff up the smoke, and it curls round the room,
Like a Phoenix I seem, in a nest of perfume
Delighting,
Inviting,
In a pipe, and a friend who is fond of a joke,
Then happy together we tipple and smoke.

How pleasant it is thus to puff time away,
And between ev'ry whiff chat the news of the day;
Tobacco, great Raleigh, we owe to thy name,
And ev'ry true smoker will puff up thy fame.
Delighting,&c.

When business is over, we puff away care,
Let ev'ry man else say the same if he dare,
This plant, so delightful, is a foe to the spleen,
As it glows in the pipe it enlivens the scene.
Delighting,&c.

While thus in the fumes we're envelop'd around,
Our heads are like hills which with clouds still are crown'd;
Yes soon we emerge, and go cheerful away,
For a pipe of the best makes us bright as the day.
Delighting,&c.